My Master and I have had many many kinky conversations but like they say, you always remember your first. And out first ever filthy chat focused quite heavily on the thought of hot wax.

We discussed it several times in the early days of our relationship (back when I was being a slow learner and hadn’t realised we were properly doing D/s) and I actually bought a big bag of soy wax in anticipation.

And then we got sidetracked with all the other ridiculously fun and filthy kink over the last three years and the bag of wax got forgotten about until a recent clear out brought it to mind again.

It is testament to how much I was determined not to miss hot wax with my Master this time that I actually sent him a specific date I had in mind for it and more or less gave him an order for the first time in our relationship.

Life has got in the way of my Master and I doing any full D/s for a few months and I’ve been missing it. Submission doesn’t just turn me on but sort of recharges my emotional batteries too so for me the scene started long before Sir got to my house.

Researching how best to melt the wax and what to apply it with, picking out what to wear or not wear on the night, incorporating Princess into what I was setting up and then laying out my living room so that it was as close to a dungeon as I can get it meant my excitement built all week.

By the time I was getting dressed for Sir with full slutty make up designed to smudge and smear over the scene for Princess, I had that excitement that you can feel in both your stomach and your cunt. I was the tiniest bit worried I’d built the anticipation up too much as I knelt blindfolded re-acquainting myself with John Holmes for the first time in months as I waited for them to arrive.

I think it was about thirty seconds in when I realised the evening was in fact going to exceed my wildest expectations. My Master started me off by sitting back in my armchair glass of whisky in his hand letting me find his cock with my mouth.

Not only did his cock taste particularly good but he pulled me deeper down on it than I can usually manage by raking his hands through my hair and up and down my back and shoulders which made melt down onto his cock like I couldn’t get enough. Just as I was so blissed I could barely move my mouth round him, he swapped places with Princess and I buried myself in her lap too.

Sir ordered us both onto the floor on our knees and took turns fucking us. He filled me up with his cock and left me wanting more as he pulled Princess on top of him with her ass in the air and told me to use her as my toy. It was time to get the temperature play part of the evening going.

Alongside my hot wax I’d laid out an ice bucket and buried my favourite curved glass butt plug inside it. I left Princess’s ass hot and stinging after a few hard slaps and then pressed the ice cold toy against her. She took the toy in one go and sat down so hard on Sir’s cock I was envious of how filled up she was.

They didn’t leave me for long though, working together as Princess put me in the spreader bar as Sir tied my hands and arms so I was flat on my back, legs spread wide and unable to stop either of them from doing anything to me. I was completely naked, totally immobile and very vulnerable.

It was exactly the moment I wasn’t sure if I could take the pain I thought would be coming and I almost wanted to safe word before we’d even begun. This amount of anticipation after a whole week of waiting was unbearable. I was so wrapped up in in that moment I almost didn’t notice the first drip of wax for a second until a sting of beeswax brought me out of my thoughts and right into the scene.

I didn’t have more than a split second to breathe in before a warm wave of hot wax washed over me. Smoother softer cooler soy wax felt like pure pleasure on my skin. I could feel myself slide into subspace where my body and mind feel incredibly sensitive and attuned yet in soft focus.

Sir flicked and dripped the wax over my tits, warming my nipple piercings with residual heat which gave me much more sensation than I ever get there especially as Princess was flicking her tongue over my clit at the same time. I was just basking on ripples of warmth and orgasms as the sensations built with layers of hardening wax.

It was the first time my Master and Princess have worked together on a kink scene where I am doing active submission rather than just being submissive as I fuck and it felt like being passed from hand to hand if they weren’t letting my feet touch the ground like floating completely securely.

The wax kept coming running and dripping down my torso and arms, flicking onto my legs and tightening as it dried. I knew my Master and Princess were taking turns with it concentrating in places while alternating with bright hot splashes of the beeswax anytime I looked like I was starting to zone too far out.

Usually when I submit to Sir I am very quiet, almost non verbal but this scene pushed me out of that habit because I knew that to keep this pleasure coming I needed to give feedback as it was so unlike anything we’ve played with before. I’ve always thought that talking during a scene would take me out of it but in fact I discovered it enhanced everything.

Although maybe my Master also likes me silent because he gave Princess the order to use the Doxy on me at this point. The way she pulsed it and pressed it against my cunt made me lose my voice into the pull of five orgasms one after like a complete slut as the wax ran across my bare cunt feeling exactly like the warmth of squirting.

I was utterly spent. And my Master and Princess were just ready to get started on each other. I lay back watching as Sir slid his cock into Princess’s stretched welcoming ass and fucked her so hard they both collapsed into me as he came into her.

It was the perfect way to crack the wax they’d worked so hard to build up so that when they untied me and pulled me up off the floor there was a perfect line of wax around my body to prove how we’d spent two kinky hours that were more than worth the wait….

I’ve never been one for associating music with sex. I’ve never really understood that whole ‘our song’ thing and back in my teens and twenties when music was much more a part of my day to day, my tastes didn’t really suit sex unless you could move like your life depended on it. I was also put off by the occasions men would pick a soundtrack to fuck to, never sure if it was worse to hear ‘Let’s Get It On’ for the millionth time or the utterly jaw-dropping choice of Sham 69’s ‘Evil Way’ once*.

But the other night my Spotify Discover Weekly came up with The Beatles ‘Come Together’ and it definitely made me think of my Master and Princess. How could I not with the lines “He say. One and one and one is three. Got to be good looking ’cause he so hard to see. Come together right now over me”?

It’s not often songs reference three people without one of them being a home wrecker so that certainly tickled me as much as the title summons up filthy images. One of the best things I’m finding about a long term sexual relationship is that sense of knowing someone so well you can adapt to them and have those simultaneous orgasms that most people think only exist in films.

Princess is by no means the cock slut I am so when she took a huge extender that Sir had bought to fuck me more open with and started fucking herself with it while his cock was buried in me both Sir and I were very pleasantly surprised.

I’d started her off with the pink toy in her cunt and she clearly wanted more, filling herself up with the extender and taking advantage of its open side to slide a second cock inside it to push two fingers inside to get her going while she watched Sir fuck me for the second time that day.

My cunt was so well fucked after his cock twice and the Doxy once that unusually I wasn’t quite as greedy for cock as normal and unable to take my Master as deep as is my habit. Princess however wasn’t filled up enough with the extender and put the pink toy inside it to help fuck herself harder as she rode both on her knees and begged for the Doxy on her clit too.

Sir is always scrupulously fair with us both and always makes sure we both get fucked equally so if he hadn’t taken himself out of my cunt and into Princess’s mouth then and there, I would have felt greedy keeping him all to myself considering how desperate for dick she was.

Lying on her back with the double toy in her cunt and Sir’s cock deep in her mouth, she’s rarely looked sluttier and I can’t remember if Sir told me or I couldn’t help myself and I lifted the Doxy onto her clit while she swallowed him and fucked herself in tandem. I knew exactly when to turn the wand up so she would come and open her mouth even wider and wetter for Sir to come into.

Watching both of them change pace, catch their breath, tense their muscles, make noise and deepen in concentration was so fucking hot to see. There’s no boredom in knowing the pitch and sway of their orgasms so well, no sense of ‘seen it all before’ but more the flow of a well rehearsed performance piece coming (literally) together.

It meant I knew exactly when to press the Doxy full power on Princess’s achingly greedy cunt and lean against them both so that the vibrations of the toy and the way she lifts her hips when she comes would go straight to my cunt and make me come at the same time they both did. Pitch perfect timing even with the element of surprise of Princess being so cock hungry for once.

The only thing that would have been hotter than that synchronicity is if Sir had actually “come together right now over me” and come over Princess’s face or tits instead so I could see it even more clearly than in her mouth. We might need an encore next time….

*Spoiler alert: someone actually played me this song while we fucked and my orgasm curled up, died and moved to Australia. Just seeing the lyrics is bad enough but it’s sung in a mock Cockney accent that could wilt a dildo.

My Master was feeling sociable over the long weekend inviting me round for both drinking and plenty of fucking. I’m not sure if he really needed to send Princess to the shop for mixers when I got there or if he was being cunning.

But it did give us the perfect opportunity to welcome her back by finding me on my knees with his cock in my mouth. She was a little bit jealous until our impromptu threesome later that night where she got to swallow Sir’s come before their friend came to join us for drinks.

The three of us went to Pride in July and it was one of my favourite days of the summer. As well as hanging out together we met up with a friend of my Master and his date for the day who was great fun and seemed to very much enjoy Sir’s company. So I wasn’t surprised when he turned out to be the friend my Master had invited round to join us for drinks.

We had fun getting drunk and silly before he went off to meet some friends for a night at the Two Brewers. Princess and I poured more drinks while my Master showed him out and it’s just as well we know how to entertain ourselves the two of us because Sir was gone for quite some time.

Princess and I would have been disappointed if he’d come back and hadn’t told us that there’d been kissing but we were thrilled and more than a little turned on when he told us that the kissing had turned into the friend wanting a proper taste and sucking Sir’s cock in the communal hallway outside their flat.

We spent the rest of the night trying to persuade him to go round to his friend’s the next day and fuck. Surprisingly he didn’t take his wife and submissive up on the encouragement to fuck another man even if he did agree with us that it was impressively slutty for him to have got his cock sucked by three different people in the space of two hours…

I love writing this blog for my Master. It gives me an excellent way to relive his orders for me and indulge the part of me that likes showing off my sexual tastes and exploits.

So I was amused when he mentioned over the weekend that I had left out a part of our fucking from last week. I think he thought it had had slipped my mind, but in fact I felt it needed its own post apart from the hot wax and latex.

It might have taken me a while to take the Belladonna Bitch Fist toy for him and not until he threatened to drip hot candle wax on my cunt with that tone of slight sadism that both scares me and gets me wet in equal measure.

But once I had that big fist toy completely buried in my cunt, it felt amazing. I’m so used to fisting myself with it that I’d forgotten how glorious it is to have him handling it instead. I’d already had his fist inside twice me that day but the toy has a solidness to it that is its own turn on.

He put me on all fours, wax covered ass up in the air and fisted me hard with his other hand on my clit from behind with it and all I could do was lean on my arms and and grit my teeth as I came ridiculously hard and tried not to collapse face first into the floor.

I didn’t think it could get more intense and then he pushed me down and slipped his cock into my cunt at the same time as the fist toy. I’ve never felt anything quite like it, like being stretched open to the point of pain. It took my breath away and while a large part of me wanted to keep going to find the pace of it and enjoy it, part of me felt overwhelmed to the point of telling my Master I couldn’t take it.

There is never any question that my Master will coerce or force me into anything and the trust I have in him is because of that. But I do have a tendency to panic when confronted with new things sexually and insist I can’t do them and then promptly regret it when he stops.

My Master paused enough to let me collect my thoughts and talk to him about how it felt being that stretched and after a few seconds I still couldn’t take it and he slipped his cock out and returned to pushing me with the fist toy and his fingers on my clit instead.

He and I have never used safewords to play with and use the RACK or risk aware consensual kink style instead where we keep communicating throughout scenes and reaffirming consent. I’m more comfortable with that as safewords tend to me shout them out before I can think and then not be able to articulate why I wanted to stop once the mood has been broken.

I prefer having to stay engaged while fucking as I unless I do my mind has a tendency to wander off and leave me less able to push myself to try things. It works for us because my Master is very good at balancing consent with control and because we know each other well.

Also I have an appalling memory under any kind of pressure (like an impending orgasm) and I know I’d never actually remember what the safeword I’m meant to be using. Having to make the effort to keep communicating with my Master is physically easier if mentally challenging and helps me keep in the submissive mood.

If I take myself out of that with a jolt, I go from the adrenaline and joy of subspace to what’s known as ‘subdrop’ which is basically a bloody great comedown that tends to make me not want to try that thing again even in different circumstances. Playing this way keeps me from doing that and knowing exactly what I can take.

And while I’m disappointed I couldn’t keep my Master’s cock in my cunt at the same time as fist toy, playing that way means I was already picturing how I could take it the next time before I’d even completely undressed after he left.

I might even have spent a large chunk of the weekend thinking about it too because that little taste of being fucked and fisted at the same time has left me greedy for more….

I enjoy spending time with Princess and my best friend even if they do like to gang up on me and tease me for my slutty past when my horniness outweighed my common sense around men and lead to some dubious decision making.

We also got talking about first sexual experiences, both alone and with other people and I felt very left out that I can’t remember my first orgasm either by myself or with someone else because their stories were well worth hearing.

I knew a lot of women find it quite difficult to come through penetration and need a lot of clit stimulation with it, but I didn’t realise I was quite so unusual in how much I enjoy penetration compared to them.

Toys, fingers, cock, butternut squash, I just revel in having something inside my cunt and in fact I think I find it easier to come that way than with just clit stimulation. That’s not to say I don’t like having my clit played with because I very much do (especially since I got my piercing) but having something inside me does it every time.

In fact talking about my love of penetration put me in the mood to find some unusual objects for my cunt again…

One of my favourite places in London is the Barbican. I like the otherworldliness of it and the self contained feel it has. Discovering that it has spacious discreet toilets tucked away to get up to all kinds in only made me like it more.

I’ve used them on the instruction of my Master one before when I was at a party at the Barbican and slipped from one bar to another to suck cock and reappear before any of my friends noticed I’d gone missing.

So when I was following his orders again this weekend, the Barbican seemed like a good place to get some practice in. I had put an ad on Craigslist to narrow down who to meet by asking men to describe the way they make a martini and I would pick the one that matched how I like mine.

I met a man who knows that martinis should only ever involve gin, three olives and be as dry as humanly possible and made the best of the fact the bar I wanted to use was closed for refurbishment, ducking into a well hidden toilet I only know about because a friend used to be a resident.

With its heavy door and the thick carpets of the Barbican blotting out the sound of all the people being cultural, it seemed like an excellent place to be doing something very private. He leaned against the wall, cock already hard in his jeans and I knelt down in front of him and unbuckled him so that it sprung out of the top of his boxers eagerly and straight into my mouth.

I discovered that wearing a corset allows you to arch your back more easily to let him tilt his hips and push his cock further into your mouth so you can open it wider and relax your jaw to suck with deep sloppy strokes. With my hands on his legs, he came into the back of my throat with a sound so muffled it vibrated through his body at the same time.

He left and I made sure I didn’t look like I’d been up to anything I shouldn’t in polite company. Then I went downstairs and sat by myself on a high seat at the Martini Bar in my corset and latex stockings and ordered the very drink he’d suggested in the first place.

I think that’s the first time I’ve ever drunk a martini with the taste of a stranger’s cock on my lips and it turns out a dry drink goes very well with a wet cunt…

My Master has given me an order to fulfil to suck cock in a public place this week and I’m making plans to make it happen.

Just discussing exactly how I’m going to get down on knees and suck a stranger’s cock is getting me incredibly wet. Details are my turn on.

I’m also looking forward to going to bed in a minute or two to fuck my cunt that’s been getting hotter and wetter and more ready with each email. I’m hoping that when I come thinking about it I soak the sheets squirting again.

But most of all, I’m looking forward to recounting the details of sucking a stranger’s cock to my Master after it’s happened. That way I get twice the enjoyment…